Lu Jin blinked. He still wanted to play dumb.
"... What do you mean you want him dead? What does his death have to do with me?" Lu Jin's line of sight drifted as he looked out of the car window at the night sky.
The streetlights drew a long, shining line under the night sky, guiding towards an unknown direction.
The corners of Huo Shaoheng's mouth twitched, and he gripped the steering wheel tightly. He stepped on the accelerator abruptly and sped some distance forward before saying, "It's none of your business. Why did you use a fake ID to stay next door to Ishihara Baisan? And in the middle of the night?"
Lu Jin laughed and said proudly, "Mr. Peter, you need evidence before you speak. Go to the Dunhill Hotel and check it out. If you can find my registration record, I lose. Even if you discover my fake ID, I lose!"
